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January 10, 2018

i Remember looking down in the car

tHe conflict in sounds had been won

aS I lay curled listening to my life's lullaby

sInging "dont you cry."

i Am older now.

But something has changed.

My feelings have turned Gray,

as if the 2:00 troubles get stuck

and can't get out.

Then I wake up

And I am happy now.

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